Starlit Reveries

Thundering past with a dying age I could not have been aware of as though living and being were two completely different things. Even with the loneliness I held to, these hopeful glances and hidden chances that would bring me closer to the evening tides as though tomorrows sunrise would awaken me in you, as though I could be seen with these starlit reveries, but I have remained a mystery.

Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

I liked this. A bit of hope, a bit of sadness, and no real answer. That's life. Good job.